Hi Christina,
A poem of soft sadness here... then an unavoidable, inescapapable, ending.
I think someone else has mentioned the present tenseness of
"they seem so tall and strong..." and I notice it too! I guess if it's all
in the past tense it is simply a reminisence. The mix of past and present
makes it do more subtle things...
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Passing
>Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2003 13:00:03 EST
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> Passing
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> A wash of winter light turns Delft to darkness -
> our flat and furrowed land where windmills reached
> beyond the point an eye could find.
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> We walked here once, on summer nights
> when men, sat at their sills, would chat across the street -
> old Dernison who mended shoes,
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> the carpenter who'd put the world to rights,
> my Opa. And always on his window ledge
> the August gladioli - they seem so tall and strong
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> and then they're gone.
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> christina fletcher
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